Word: jeuner
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...sheer pleasure out of painting that hat," he says. In any case, the device of painting hatted nudes seems to be uniquely Johnson's. Even the supremely nonchalant grisette caught picnicking in the buff with a brace of fully clad gentlemen in Manet's Le Déjeuner sur I'Herbe had the delicacy to remove her picture hat before sitting down to lunch...
...jeuner sur I'Herbe, Monet, then 25, began his manifesto, one of the greatest lost paintings of modern art. Gigantic in scale, the canvas measured 15 ft. by 19 ft., was referred to by one friend as "this huge sandwich which costs the earth." In it, Monet set out to prove how the sunlight actually filters through the trees, how a real picnic looks in the forest, how color glows in the shade. It was never shown. Monet had to leave it with the innkeeper as guaranty against his unpaid bill. He recovered it, found it largely ruined...
...subject matter, all agreed, was worse than vulgar. Manet had seen fit to invite common people off the street to pose for him, he imitated the impossible glare of sunshine, and he even dared to picture nudes in contemporary settings. Napoleon III himself pronounced Manet's Déjeuner sur I'Herbe (see cut) a threat to public morals. Public disgust was summed up in one word-a word delivered with the sneers reserved for "abstractionism" today-"realism...
...Metropolitan, show how permanently he thus set down what he saw of Paris life in the 1870s and '80s: Le Bal áBougival, just acquired by" the Boston Museum of Fine Arts (see cut); Au Moulin de la Colette, lent by John Hay Whitney, and Le Déjeuner des Canotiers, from the Phillips Memorial Gallery...
...arresting title notwithstanding, was a second-rate hotel overlooking a second-rate Riviera town. Its 22 guests were a fair cross-section of upper-middle-class England (except for three who were French). When you first see them gathered in the dining room for their skimpy déjeuner they look a pretty average, not to say mediocre lot; but when Author Crawshay-Williams lets you follow them into their separate sanctums, shows them quarreling, soliloquizing, making love, they cease to be typical specimens, become (in most cases) strikingly individual. The fact that it duplicates the idea of Vicki Baum...